There was a free balloon sculping class held at the neighbourhood RC. I had nothing on that particular Sunday, so I joined the class. Turns out that I was the only youth there (damn I can't call myself a teenager anymore). Most of the participants turned out to be adults.
But I had fun. Turns out I'm still afraid of balloons at this age.
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Tryingto figure out what I'm supposed to do next |
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A group picture of all the participants together withthe instructors |
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Our instructors together with the RC chairman |
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Aplying the techniques they taught us to make my name haha. |